XLVII. May my lord the Cid, Roy Diaz, at all times God's favor feel. Minaya Alvar Fañez has departed to Castile. To the King thirty horses for a present did he bring. And when he had beheld them beautifully smiled the King: "Who gave thee these, Minaya, so prosper thee the Lord?" "Even the Cid Roy Diaz, who in good hour girded sword. Since you banished him, by cunning has he taken Alcocér. To the King of Valencia the tidings did they bear. He bade that they besiege him; from every water-well They cut him off. He sallied forth from the citadel, In the open field he fought them, and he beat in that affray Two Moorish kings he captured, sire, a very mighty prey. Great King, this gift he sends thee. Thine hands and feet also He kisses. Show him mercy; such God to thee shall show." Said the King: "'Tis over early for one banished, without grace In his lord's sight, to receive it at the end of three week's space. But since 'tis Moorish plunder to take it I consent. That the Cid has taken such a spoil, I am full well content. Beyond all this. Minaya. thine exemption I accord, For all thy lands and honors are unto thee restored. Go and come! Henceforth my favor I grant to thee once more. But to thee I say nothing of the Cid Campeador. XLVIII. "Beyond this, Alvar Fañez, I am fain to tell it thee That whosoever in my realm in that desire may be, Let them, the brave and gallant, to the Cid betake them straight. I free them and exempt them both body and estate." Minaya Alvar Fañez has kissed the King's hands twain: "Great thanks, as to my rightful lord I give thee, King, again. This dost thou now, and better yet as at some later hour. We shall labor to deserve it, if God will give us power." Said the King: "Minaya, peace for that. Take through Castile thy way. None shall molest. My lord the Cid seek forth without delay." XLIX. Of him I fain would tell you in good hour that girt the blade. The hill, where his encampment in that season he had made, While the Moorish folk endureth, while there are Christians still, Shall they ever name in writing 'My Lord the Cid, his Hill.' While he was there great ravage in all the land he made, Under tribute the whole valley of the Martin he laid. And unto Zaragoza did the tidings of him go, Nor pleased the Moors; nay rather they were filled with grievous woe. For fifteen weeks together my lord Cid there did stay. When the good knight saw how greatly Minaya did delay, Then forth with all his henchmen on a night march he tried. And he left all behind him, and forsook the mountain side, Beyond the town of Teruél good don Rodrigo went. In the pine grove of Tévar Roy Diaz pitched his tent. And all the lands about him he harried in the raid, And on Zaragoza city a heavy tribute laid.